Malcolm stood over the crumpled form of his latest challenger. The two-foot-long gash across the man’s midsection served as witness to his fate.
Lifting his gaze to the other combatants, he said, “Who wishes to follow Tam into the next life?”
None of the four men moved except to look at one another.
The sight brought a smile to Malcolm’s face as he hefted his sword and leapt toward them.
Two were downed before the others could move. The third grasped his throat and Malcolm turned to the fourth man. The crowd’s cheer drowned out the man’s please for mercy.